Forgotten Hopes

A mystic scene, around the edges frayed.

My numb feet wander through a shadowed wood.

And then, captivated, my sole form strayed

Over yonder to where a lone tree stood.

'Tis the Wistful Tree where memories flow.

And for lost dreams, my soul sings a lament.

The blackbird joins me, and I watch it go.

Heart's shadowed imprint aching, love famine.

Light flickers like ancient moving pictures.

Tree's sorrowed branches whisper in this dream.

Echos all around of people's strictures.

The eery river's water is agleam.

But now it is time to bid my farewell

As I fall through space and wake from this spell.